"I-I thought they were weres?" I said aloud.

"So did I. Stay here," he commanded, and rushed away as though he'd never been there to begin with.

I hoped he didn't mean stay precisely here, my a.s.s in the snow. I got up with a groan, collected my purse and my belt, and gingerly sat inside my car. My gloves were ruined, and the back of my new coat was soaked through. I took it off, turned on the heater, and rolled the driver-side window down. I didn't want Dren sneaking up on me outside. Dren reappeared momentarily.

"Who were they?"

"What good does it do to share my suspicions with you?" He snapped his fingers as if beckoning a dog. "Did you get me what I desire?"

"I did-and it almost got me killed!" I pressed my hand to my stomach where I'd wrenched it wrong. My broken nail was throbbing, along with most of the rest of me.

Dren shook his head. "Which way is the wind blowing, Edie?" He pulled the glove off his good hand with his teeth, tucked it in his pocket, and licked his forefinger before holding it up.

I sank back into my car seat. "Just tell me, Dren. I don't know."

"North. All night." Dren put his hand inside his pocket and slipped on his glove. "Those things didn't scent you. They were sent after you. It's quite a different verb."

My lips pulled into a frown. I didn't know why any weres would currently hate me. Jorgen had seemed peeved this morning, yes, but that was his natural state-maybe Viktor? But if so, why? And why did they suddenly forget who they were when Dren appeared? That seemed more a compulsion to me.

"Solve your problems on your own time." Dren held his hand out. "Give me the blood. Now."

I pulled the little test strip out of my purse. He inspected it before putting it into his mouth like a strip of gum.

"Interesting. Very interesting." He rolled it around inside his mouth like the first sip of fine wine. Then he spit it out on the ground.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"It says your brother gets to live." Dren gave me a faint smile, hiding the calculations occurring behind it.

"Anything else?"

"Nothing you need to know right now."

"Nothing about all of this?"

"Go home, Edith."

"Thanks for saving my life, I guess," I said as ironically as possible.

Dren smiled cruelly, showing fangs. "You're welcome."

I hopped into my car. I'd check on the dent later-nothing in the door was going to affect my power steering, which was all I needed to get home right now. Before the engine took, Dren was gone. I didn't see where to-and as long as he wasn't riding along on my car's roof, I didn't care. Pulling out of the parking lot, I called Sike and got her voice mail.

"Hey. Two things that were allergic to silver just tried to kill me in a parking lot. Thought you might want to know," I said, and hung up.

My apartment complex's parking lot was empty, and my door was locked. I was very pleased to see the inside of my apartment again, even if that still included an eyeless aberration sitting on my couch.

"Who wants lemon chicken?" I asked as I walked in, and Gideon turned toward me. I smiled bravely, even though he couldn't see.

I wrapped up my finger and put on the abdominal binder I'd been sent home with after my stabbing. Its tension around my waist, a feeling that I'd chafed at while wearing it originally, felt comforting now, like a squeeze from a good friend. I didn't think I'd done any damage, but I wanted to make sure.

After the ceremony of setting out the many towels, it took a while to feed Gideon, and he was a horrible conversationalist. But it gave me a way to keep busy, even if it couldn't entirely still my thoughts.

Who were those ladies? And why were they after me? If Dren didn't know what pack they were from ... what did that mean?

Gideon missed more food than went in, making a huge mess with each bite. Feeding a grown adult took a lot of time and reminded me of my nursing school days. Seemed like half my time was spent sitting in the rooms of elderly patients, feeding one half spoon of applesauce or pudding at a time. Sometimes those little old ladies were so hungry, and they hadn't been properly, patiently, fed in so long, it just made you want to cry. Once people lost the ability to feed themselves, that was the beginning of the end. But not for Gideon, which made me want to cry a little, too.

I fed him until he didn't want to eat anymore and I felt like a better person for it when I was done. At least one thing had gone right today, and for the past hour or so, no one had tried to kill me.

"Let's find out what our fortunes are," I said, like I did at the end of every Chinese meal, except most times I was talking to Minnie. I cracked open two cookies like walnuts and fished the slips of paper out of the cookie shards.

"Here's yours, Gideon," I said. "Now is not the time to circle mints."

Gideon tilted his head at me.

"I'm so not kidding. That's what it says. We should take it back." I snorted and pulled out mine. "You will meet a tall, dark stranger? So original. Thanks, fortune cookie."

I'd prefer not to meet any more strangers right now, maybe forever. I crumpled the fortune up and tossed it aside. At least it hadn't said anything about meeting them in an alley. Or with knives.

I set our dishes in the sink along with the ones I still needed to wash from Christmas, and tried to figure out how best to occupy my time. Gideon was a couch hog, and hanging out in my bedroom with Veronica only a closet door away didn't sound like much fun.

I decided to suck it up, take the folding chair out of my closet, and hang in the corner on the Internet. Minnie came along to agree that this suited her just fine, if only I'd magically create more lap s.p.a.ce for her. I'd just about negotiated balancing a laptop and a cat when my phone rang.

"Sorry, Minnie." I set her down, and put the laptop down beside her. Maybe it'd be Anna or Sike calling me back with some decent explanations. About time. I found my phone, and didn't recognize the number.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Edie, it's Gina."

"Hey! What's up?" I immediately thought of everything I could have done wrong last night, when I'd been briefly in charge of Winter. "Did I screw something up?"

"Nooooo, this isn't one of those calls." Her voice was a little slurred. Then she was quiet.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes!" She protested. Then more silence. "No. I just had a fight with Brandon." There was a hitch in her voice as she said his name. "I think we just broke up."

I winced. "Oh, Gina, I'm so sorry."

"It was the right thing to do, you know? There were extenuating circ.u.mstances but-"

"Where are you? You shouldn't be alone." There was the small matter of why she'd called me, instead of her other friends, a.s.suming she had other friends, which she ought to. We couldn't all come from the island of misfit toys. There were loud noises in the background. Voices, music. She shouted an address over them. I plunked it into Google Maps. Just twenty minutes uptown. "Okay-I'll be there soon, all right?"

"All right. Thanks. I owe you."

"No problem." I'd almost gotten her killed once before. It was the least I could do.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

Before I left, I put on my silver-buckled belt over my older coat and silently thanked Peter. I didn't have a printer, and my phone's GPS was sketchy given winter clouds, so I wrote down the driving instructions instead, after doing a street view to make sure I'd recognize it when I got there. Online, it'd looked like a warehouse. In reality, it was a bar. The outside was nondescript-the only thing that gave away its barness was the presence of a single, large bouncer. I walked up to him, wondering how things were going to go.

I smiled hopefully up as he stared down. "You don't smell like us."

Of course. This was a were-bar. I should have thought to ask. What if the women I'd just fought off were in here somewhere? Foxes, meet chicken.

But if Gina was inside, maybe all was well. Or they'd kidnapped her and put her up to it. One of those two things. The bouncer was still giving me an eye-chances were if someone inside wanted me dead, they'd have told the muscle to let me through.

I'd taken to carrying my badge around, on the off chance I ran into any more p.i.s.sed-off vampires, accident-p.r.o.ne weres, or promiscuous shapeshifters. I pulled it out of my purse. "I'm not. I'm here to pick up a friend."

"Oh. Her." He held open the door and didn't ask to see my ID.

Either he was telepathic, or he knew who I wanted to pick up already. Not good.

Inside, the bar was divetastic. It wasn't smoky, but my shoes stuck to the stairs, and I was glad I hadn't dressed up. The bar occupied an island in the center of the room, with a bartender stranded inside it; there were tables on one side and a dance floor on the other. In the back of the room, very private booths hugged the wall. It wasn't that big a place, but it was crowded. Four nights till the full moon on New Year's, and the locals were whooping it up. There was loud music playing, even if it seemed too early for them to dance.

I descended the steps to the floor, trying to not look as out of place as I felt. I didn't have to push through the crowd-the people standing made room for me while ignoring me. I wondered if this was what it felt like to have vampire-style look-away on.

I wove my way between cl.u.s.ters of people talking and drinking, with an electric feeling at my front and my back. Was this how sharks felt, swimming through the sea? I saw Gina, her head in her arms, at the bar.

I pulled up a chair. "Hey, s.e.xy."

She tilted her head up. I could see where her eyeliner was smudged. The weres here didn't need to see her face to know she'd been crying-they could probably all smell the salt of her tears.

"Hey. Thanks."

"No problem." The bartender, from his spot behind Gina, eyed me inquisitively. I shook my head, and he went on to the next new patron. "So what happened? Want to talk?" I scooted my chair in closer.

"I ended things. It was rough." She finished off the clear drink in front of her, slamming down the empty gla.s.s, making the ice clink inside.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Gina."

"Don't be. I don't know why I ever thought things would work out between us." She flagged the bartender down, and he obligingly took her gla.s.s to pour her another of whatever had been in it before. "He was so hurt, Edie. That's what was worst." I could smell the alcohol on her breath. "I really meant something to him. And he meant the world to me."

I scooted my bar stool closer. "Then what went wrong?"

"He wanted me to change for him." The bartender put down a fresh drink. "And not just lose-a-few-pounds change, but all the way change."

"You mean-" I said, and looked around at all the other patrons of the bar. "Change, change?"

"Yeah."

"He wanted to bite you?"

"He already did. It doesn't have to be bites, you know. There are less violent ways." I did not want to think of my co-worker having s.e.x with a bear, so I kept my mind and mouth shut. "It takes a month to kick in-not a month really, but a moon. This moon coming up was supposed to be my moon. But I stopped it."

"How?"

"We've got shots. And since I'm a vet, I can prescribe them for myself. The laws are different, heh." She took hold of the drink and pounded it down. "And that was that."

I had a lot of questions about this process-why was anyone ever bitten if they didn't have to stay that way?-but I kept them to myself for now.

"Anyways. I'm not fit to drive." Gina pushed herself away from the bar and teetered a bit.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Four or five."

"Of?"

"Vodka tonics."

"Jesus."

Gina gave me a morbid smile. "Perhaps also of interest to you, as my medical adviser for the evening, is that I usually abstain, and I can't go home like this. My parents think I'm at work tonight. Can I just come home with you to your place?" Her smile got tight, and I could hear the tears just waiting to come out in her voice.

"Oh, Gina-of course." My place was currently occupied to the gills. I ran through ideas. Credit-carded hotel rooms? The week between Christmas and New Year's was likely to be expensive, and/or booked. I did think of one person to call. "Hang on, and stay here. I'll be right back." I hopped off my stool and went back to the hopefully quieter bathroom to make a call.

Things got louder as I went down the hall to the bathroom-maybe I'd have to exit the building to get some peace. There were the two doors for the bathrooms on my right, a saloon door for a kitchen to my left, and at the end of the hall, a larger, thicker door. Which sounded like it had a sports stadium behind it. Inside the bathroom wasn't any better-the sound from outside came in through the wall and echoed around the bathroom's tile.

I didn't really want to walk past Gina and everyone I'd had to walk past on my way in and then come back inside to get her.

The sound stopped crisply, then seconds later then started again. Like driving underneath an overpa.s.s in rain. I stepped back into the bar's hallway, changed course, and went for the bigger door.

It swung open into another crowd. The air was choked with the scent of musk and sweat. People's attention was on something happening beyond, and none of them had a glance to spare for me. While I was tall, I wasn't quite tall enough to see what was happening. I made my way around the edge of the auditorium until I found a gap I could elbow myself into.

They were watching a wrestling match. Two men were circling each other, hands out and low. Bruises covered both of them, and one had a cauliflower ear. One of them was huge, with red hair down to his shoulders, and then a layer of red hair almost like fur, flowing down his back, arms, and chest. The other was smaller, leaner, covered in tattoos.

I didn't recognize him at first; I only had one of those feelings you get when you know you've seen someone before. It took me a moment to place him, and when I did I said his name.

"Lucas?" The surrounding spectators ignored me, wrapped up in the match. I recognized one of them too-the piebald man I'd seen that same morning, still wearing his fedora.

Lucas's tattoos covered his arms, tracing up from his wrists to his back where they met across his shoulders. I couldn't make out what they were because he kept moving, pressing in, darting out. He ran in, stayed there, and the bear clubbed him down.